"Use the code," cried Frank. In this emergency his brain was working
lightning-fast. And in their own private code he added:
"It's all right now. They captured Tom Bodine while we were down in
the valley seeing you off. But we've recaptured the cave."
"You saved our lives," came back Jack's voice. "I heard your Mexican
friend call the ranch while we were flying, and at once started to
interfere. It's been a job and my throat's hoarse. But he never got
his message through, I can tell you that. Whatever it was he had to
tell, I never did find out. I just started interfering, singing,
talking, shouting. The ranch never found out what he was trying to
say, and neither did I. But, boy, you're just in time. We can see the
lights now. What? What's that?"
What he heard was a shout.
But Frank was too busy to answer his question. Morales had recovered
consciousness and was on his knees and struggling to his feet, when
out of the tail of his eye Frank saw his peril. Snatching the
instrument from his head, he flung himself sideways. The impact of his
body hurled Morales again to the floor.
Frank had placed the captured revolver on the table, as he telephoned.
He would have to fight with his bare hands.
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